Month: August 2016

The next morning, I did not feel good at all so I decided to head to Sydney’s one and only ‘Hangover Clinic’ where I was plonked onto a lounge chair, asked a million questions about my current and past health, put on an IV drip (it was amazing!), given an oxygen mask and handed some anti-nausea medication. I then snuggled up under a blanket for the next forty-five minutes while the treatment did its magic. After chatting to some young girls, who also hadn’t been home yet, about how they would more than likely be grounded by their parents, I wondered what in the hell I was doing in there.

On my way out of the clinic the doctor asked me how I was feeling.

When I answered with ‘Yeah much better thank you, but still pretty tired’ he answered bluntly and honestly with ‘Well love, this is a hangover clinic, not a cocaine rehab centre’.

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However, not giving up, I decide to give a second man a try. Don’t ask me why now, but it felt like a good idea at the time. Elly loved to hear my dating disaster stories over lunch the next day, and I guess between us we thought it was pretty funny. When I arranged to meet the second man, I didn’t tell Ben again as it was just a coffee, and what was the point in upsetting him and putting pressure on our friendship / relationship if it doesn’t go anywhere? The man turned out to be a creep.

After informing me that he would pay my rent, he very stupidly said to me, ‘When I come over to your house, you will have to lock your cat in the bathroom as I don’t want “it” crawling all over me.’ Number one, you will never be allowed in my house, I thought, and number two, if she did crawl on you, it would be an honour, as she doesn’t crawl on just anyone! Although that man actually offered me $2000 a week to have dinner with him on Fridays and Saturdays, I rejected the offer and got the hell out of there. See you laters, cat haters!